Itchy Feet Giant Rooks

Salt, Himalaya, origins are overthrown

And there’s a gold-backed woodpecker
Tumbling above me
Zest for life, its screech reminds me
Of the one most native dreaming
Running and running
Through the woods of Berlin

How can we get rid of the salt
Himalaya, origins are overthrown

And these nights don’t feel true
They are lighten up for you
I kept hiding until yesterday
Cause soon i realised
I’m like a river flowing swiftly
A weathervane that keeps spinning
And that we will chase
The world i can’t pretend

Something leaps in my mind
A place where i’ve been lately
I’m hiding no more
Itchy feet, no coming home
All i wanna do is to breathe
In solitary life
It’s happening now